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The Llannic embraced their new God, and from their resplendent home on the island of Llannius they set sail across the Stony Sea to the mainland. Acro had seen war and invasion before, but never on the scale the Llannic brought to bear. Their legions and fleets were peerless.

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Where the Llannic found primitives and barbarians, they brought civiliation and the worship of Arlon. They raised towers and set the natives to work harvesting what the Empire would need to grow.

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Even great kingdoms and cities fell before the Arloni Crusade, forced to submit to the rule of Llannius. Other gods, contending for the throne of Acro, were forced to bow or be destroyed. The Llannic pantheon grew by conquest alongside the Empire's new provinces.

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With their greatest rivals toppled, some thought the Lannic might relent. Arlon proved a jealous god, however – wherever there were those who did not venerate him most highly, he would command his followers to bring them to heel. Even the furthest fringes, deepest woods, most desolate wastelands would be brought into the fold. Elves, Orcs, beasts, spirits, none would escape.

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With all the world below bowing to Llannius and Arlon, the Llannic legions crossed the barrens of the North to conquer the last free peoples of Acro. The barbarians of the Everwinter Range are feared raiders, pillagers and slayers, but against the implacable and numberless legions of Llannius they stand no chance. Their gods are the primal spirits of the world, Ice chief amongst them, but their trifling mystics cannot compare to Arlon's piercing light.

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Now the tribes gather for their last great offensive, uniting in the face of their coming doom. Llannius has established a port fortress in the wastes south of the Everwinter Range. Recognizing the danger a sea link to the rest of the Empire poses, the great warchief Ragnar Iceblood has lead the might of his people South to smash the enemy's foothold.

His offensive comes too late, however. An Imperial army has already taken the field, determined to prevent the Range Barbarians from besieging the port. The two armies meet at the foothills of the Range, with the Imperials entrenched and the barbarians desperate for victory.

But this is not the legend of Ragnar. This is the legend of his son, and it begins here, on this battlefield.

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The forces of the six tribes hammer at the Imperial front line. Their fortifications are roughshod, but holding. All can see the magnificent red armor of Ja'karr the Worthy, chieftan of the Ironskins, leading the assault on the gate. His joyous howls reach across the battlefield.

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From atop a rocky hill, Ragnar surveys the battlefield. The four other chiefs stand at his back, studying the Imperial position for weaknesses – but it is Ragnar's son, with his thick brown beard and billowing red cape, who we concern ourselves with.

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>Input Name [eight characters]

>>28634106
Beardbog

>>28634106
Urist

>>28634106
Ulfgar

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Yes, Beardbog Iceblood. A blooded warrior and slayer, Beardbog had fought for his father in the regular internecine struggles of the Everwinter Range. Ruthless and feared, Ragnar keeps him close at hand to protect him from his rivals – and, some say, from Beardbog's own ambitions.

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>We should be down there!
>This is futile.
>What now, father?
>[something else]

>>28634174

>[something else]

Ja'karr the Worthy has them occupied at their gate and their fortifications were rushed. Perhaps they ran slipshod constructing a less obvious point of entry?

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Your advice is ignored by your father, succeeding only in provoking more bickering from the chiefs.

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A sound on the battlefield draws your father's attention. Hidden gates in the side of the Imperials' fortifications open, allowing more troops to pour in. His forces already engaged at the gate fail to notice this flanking manoeuvre until it is too late. The Imperials have caught his forces in a pincer.

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Confused, the barbarian warriors begin to break and scatter – all except Ja'karr, who rallies his Ironskins for more glory.

If Beardbog expects leadership from his father at this moment, he is disappointed. What will he do now?

>Follow father's lead
>Demand that they get down there and rally their men
>Get down there and lead a counter-charge himself
>[something else]

>>28634372
>Get down there and lead a counter-charge himself
Shit nigger what am I doing?

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Without another word, Beardbog leaps from the hilltop and charges toward the battle, the spat curses of his father trailing in his wake. It would take a miracle to turn the tide now.

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Beardbog is immediately confronted by two Imperial auxiliaries.

(Roll a D10 with your choice, and be descriptive for a bonus!)
>Attack
>Defend
>Retreat
>[Something else]

Rolled 10

>>28634535
Attack first one. Throw a cloak at a second one, winning a few precious moments, then try to grab a spear, and close distance, punching a guy into teeth or shanking him with his own sidearm.

Interesting format you have here.

Rolled 8

>>28634535
>[something else]
Rush on past them, knocking them aside.

If the opportunity presents itself, break them, break their weapons, break something, but remember that your purpose is to rally the troops, and reinforce the lines.

>>28634583
Aw shit nigga, havent been in a quest thread for a year, luck must have stacked up.
RALLY!

>>28634535
What are we armed with (I assume broadsword) and what roll is good, high or low?

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You are wildly successful in your first strike, slaying the startled soldier outright. The second soldier is startled by your cloak and misses his attack.

(Roll a D10 with your choice, and be descriptive for a bonus!)
>Attack
>Defend
>Retreat
>[Something else]

Whoops, replied in another thread and forgot to put the name back on.
>>28634661
I should have mentioned, Beardbog carries a battle axe and high rolls are good.

Rolled 7

>>28634662
Grab our first victim's spear and use it to impale the startled soldier.

Rolled 8

>>28634662
Scare him off with a crazy roar, doubling as rallying war cry.

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You seize your falling foe's spear and hurl it into the startled enemy who's just fought clear of your cloak. He is impaled and dies screaming.

You're just fastening your cloak back up when you hear the sound of a horse screaming and collapsing nearby.

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An Imperial Knight has become unhorsed. Seeing the dead soldiers at your feet, he marks Beardbog a worthy adversary and closes for battle!

(Roll a D10 with your choice, and be descriptive for a bonus!)
>Attack
>Defend
>Retreat
>[Something else]

Rolled 5

>>28634686
>Defend
Parry until we find an opening, then strike and grapple him to the ground. His armor makes him top-heavy.

Rolled 10

>>28634733
Defend, lets see what guy is made of. Keep your cool and wait for a chance to counterattack.

Rolled 8

>>28634733
>Defend

Parry his blows and attempt to crush his leg armor if we see an opening.

Rolled 5

>>28634733
Remark that these weapon do not complement each other and are too large to wielded properly. Perhaps he is compensating for a deficiency somewhere else.

In other words, taunt him.

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You deflect the knight's swing with his heavy sword, shouting mockeries at him as you do. The blow is still quite mighty and you feel your arms strain against his steel.

However, you also notice your foe is unwilling to drop his lance, which keeps him somewhat pinned in place and his right arm open.

He roars at you that one day Arlon shall have dominion over all the world.

Rolled 5

>>28634828
But that day is not today.

Use our superior mobility to attack is open right side with a strong blow from our axe.

Rolled 2

>>28634828
Slice his right arm clean off!

Rolled 8

>>28634828
We got the initiative, I guess?
DisArm him. [Attack] targeted at right hand, let`s hope he does not drop the lance to avoid it.

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Taking advantage of the knight's weak point, you lash out at his arm and crack into his plate. A slick of blood is your reward, along with Llannic curses. The knight has not fallen, however, and slaps you hard in the side with the flat of his blade.

(Roll a D10 with your choice, and be descriptive for a bonus!)
>Attack
>Defend
>Retreat
>[Something else]

Rolled 2

>>28634919
Continue hammering at his weak side.

Hit his badly protected forearm with the intent to break it.

Rolled 1

>>28634919
Attack. Develop the advantage, attack from vulnerable flank.

Rolled 2

>>28634960
>>28634953
Well it had to happen at some point after all of those 10s.

>>28634919
Attack his helmet's eye opening with sword. Gore them out

Rolled 9

>>28634919
Hold.
If he attacks with the sword, take advantage of the muscle damage he currently has, and knock it out of his hand.

If he attacks with the lance, duck under the point and rush him.

If he tries to retreat, let him, and rush to the front.

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Beardbog tries to bring his axe down on the knight's arm again, but he wisely lets go of the lance and dodges the blow. Overbalanced, Beardbog exposes himself to a wicked slash along his back. The bite of steel draws blood.

You hear a terrible cry go up closer to the gate. Something has gone wrong for your forces, you can sense it.

>Using RPG Maker for your pictures
Why the fuck didn't I think of this!?

>>28634996
Looks like the dice doesn`t favor direct assaults on heavily armed people.

>>28634354

Told you to look for weaknesses in the walls.

>>28635036
(Roll a D10 with your choice, and be descriptive for a bonus!)
>Attack
>Defend
>Retreat
>[Something else]

Rolled 4

>>28635043
Indeed so. I hadn't voted yet, so I figured luck would still be with me.

>>28635055
We need to address the situation. disengage and see what's happening

Rolled 1

>>28635055

Feint for the knight's knees, then mangle the elbow joint of his sword arm while rushing in to knock him over and lock the sword against the knights armor.

If successful dispatch him on the ground and see what happened.

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Your wounded foe does not press his advantage, allowing you to back away. It seems the Imperial cavalry has slain Ja'karr and his Ironskins have lost their nerve. They flee the field, leaving you the only Range warrior standing.

Your knightly foe pants heavily. "You cannot win, barbarian! Run home to your ice hole, so we might bring the light of Arlon to root you out!"

At the far back, you glimpse a dark-armored figure. The enemy commander is surveying the field with grim satisfaction.

>>28635130
>Flee
>Attack the knight
>[Something else]

>>28635151
I am afraid we lost the battle here.

But we haven't lost the war yet.

Lets retreat for now.

Rolled 5

>>28635151
BAIL. Let's see how long these milk drinkers can survive the winter.

Rolled 5

>>28635151

>Attack the knight
Stealthily grab some dirt then throw it in his eyes before attacking his leg joints and decapitating him.

Pick up his lance, jam his head on it and use it as a standard to rally the ironskins. If Father values his son he'll devote the reserves to attack.

>>28635151
>>28635151

Oh, I forgot, ask the knight for his name.

Rolled 7

>>28635191

Seconding this. We can't lose here.

Shamed by the cowardice of his brothers, Beardbog retreats in the face of the Imperial advance.

It is a shameful and lonely march through the snow of the Everwinter Range for Beardbog, until at last reaching the hidden encampment of his own people, the Ingemar. The only consolation comes from the Imperial army choosing to consolidate and regain its strength before pursuing – an obvious insult, suggesting the Llannic may now destroy the Range tribes at their leisure. They may not be wrong, for what he sees on his march home suggests the other tribes have each fled back to their own hiding places to lick their wounds and blame the others for their defeat.

Rolled 5

>>28635151
"My people will not be blinded by the 'light' of Arlon."
Then flee. I don't know. Just give a short statement of resistance.

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>>28635242

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He crosses the bridge that connects the high plateau on which his tribe camps, only to encounter an unwelcome welcoming party.

Alas, his sister, the witch Maeva.

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>Begone, witch.
>Father is to blame.
>It was a great battle.
>[something else]

>>28635273
>[something else]
"I have a sword wound on my back. A mark of a fleeing coward. How infuriating."

>>28635306
Agreed.

>>28635306
Seconded

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You complain of your bloodied back, but she assuages your concern by pointing toward your father's cowardice. In your experience, she only honeys you so when she wants something.

The two of you make your way through the camp toward the longhouse. She makes light of her fate, should the Imperials conquer your tribe.

>Try to be serious.
>You should be so lucky.
>Over my dead body
>[Something else]

>>28635422
>Over my dead body

Srsly fuck da police

>>28635422

"As if you would be satisfied lounging around all day and causing no mischief to anyone. Where is Father?"

>>28635422
>>Over my dead body

>>28635422
"Do not concern yourself with rumours. You can always conjure up some warts. Ha-ha."
*sad laugh*

>>28635422
"What do you want?"

I mean, if that's what you want.

We need to figure out what we're doing. Our army just got routed. We need to talk to Father, see what the next plan is, or if we need to make the next plan.

It looks like we're bleeding all over the place though.

Other: Hey Witch, patch my back up.

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Your sister doesn't stop with her jokes. You suspect if your doom did come, she'd have some escape plan prepared to avoid it.

You encounter Ralfbor on your way to the longhouse. He was at the battle today, although you missed him. He complains of the poor pickings for warriors.

>Two, one got away
>It hardly matters
>What of my father?
>[something else]

>>28635621
Now is not the time for bragging.

Where is my father?

>>28635611
Don't worry, that's someone else's blood. Your red cloak hides your wound for now (even if it soaks through, handy).

>>28635621
>Two, one got away. Hardly matters.
Strategy is what we need now.

>>28635621
"Two, one got away. Nothing to brag about."

>>28635621
Two one got away. BTW where's dadio?

>>28635621
Same as you, we still lost though.
Have you seen Father?

>>28635647
Okay, then ask our sister if she can take care of our wounds in private. Witches know how to do that right?

Do we trust witches, even if they're our sister?

>>28635679
I would say we don't trust witches. From what Chronicler is putting down it seems like we don't much care for our sister either

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You brush off your old friend's question and ask about your father. He tells you of his speech to some of the more concerned tribesmen further in - a worrying thought, if your father is resorting to words rather than steel to maintain control.

The three of you proceed into the longhouse's enclosure to witness your father speak. You hear his anger and his venom. It is a bad day when he has not killed nor won a victory. What will Beardbog do now?

>You failed us today!
>Father is right!
>[Stay silent]
>[Something else]

>>28635745
>>Father is right!
We have to support him here for the morale of the troops.

>>28635745
>[Stay silent]

We will discuss our issues with him in private.

>>28635788
seconding this one

Stay Silent.
Can't cut him down, but this looks like a sinking ship we don't want to tie ourselves too. Not vocally at least.

Maybe take our place as his son beside him.

>>28635745
"Father is right! Imperials bleed and die like any other men. We fought on their territory and by their rules, no wonder we lost. But this War is not over, and there is no choice for us but fight now. They are coming here, for your wives and daughters, and they will not back away until we bloody their noses, crush their teeth and brake their backs!.."
*pass out from a blood loss, ruining the speech*

>>28635745
>[Stay silent]

He's the one who ran away, while I agree with what he said I'm not going to support him.

Rolled 10

Maybe we should switch to consensus system now that we have enough players.

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You try to speak in support of your father, but his rage is too great - he admonishes you for disobeying him during the battle, raining accusations and curses.

It stings your pride to be upbraided before the tribe like this. Will Beardbog speak back?

>I am sorry, father.
>We needed to rally!
>[Remain silent]
>[Something else]

>>28635913
The tricky part is it takes me a few minutes to cut together the updates during the dialogue parts.

I think what I'll do is I'll give it a couple minutes after the first reply and see where things are going before starting, that shouldn't slow things too much.

>>28635918
What is my life worth if there is nothing left to lead?

>>28635918
>We needed to rally!

>>28635976
ohhh I like this

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Beardbog will not stand idly by and be slandered so. He defends his actions, implying the weakness of his father's leadership in the battle.

Furious, Ragnar Iceblood challenges his son to back up his words with action. Will Beardbog take up the gauntlet and battle his father, or will he bow his head?

>[Silence]
>[Rise to challenge]
>[Something else]

>>28636088
>those eyes
I like whatever you're doing.

Uh. I'm not sure. Ready for kinslaying, guys?

>>28636088
Shit. Stand down.

>>28636088
Do you think I would challenge your leadership in our time of greatest need? If I stand up to your challenge and win, our tribe will be weakened by the loss of their leader.

>>28636088
>[Rise to challenge]

He's clearly such a weak leader that he can only lead via actions, not words. So let's show he's not any good at that either.

I'll give it another minute to see which way the winds are blowing

>>28636207
I'll second this. It seems to be the most responsible course of action

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You relent, offering your father tepid submission. He dismisses you to the longhouse, and your sister and Ralfbor follow

(another update coming)

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Ralfbor immediately decides to drown the defeat in ale and women, but your sister grabs you by the elbow and urges a quiet word together.

>>28636433
>I suppose so
>First I would feast
>Scheme elsewhere
>[Something else]

>>28636433
She is our sister, we can spare a minute to listen to her plea.

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She takes you to the supply room, where you would hide from your father as children. There, she warns you there may be more to the battle than you thought - that Arlon's power went uncontested by Grandmother Winter, the great Ice spirit.

>I did wonder...
>I care not for superstition
>Gods do as they wish
>[Something else]

>>28636546
I did wonder...

>>28636546
>>Gods do as they wish
Gods are fickle.

Are you implying that there may have been something else at work? Foul play?

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She warns that Grandmother Winter, and all the spirits, have resigned themselves to joining the Llannic Pantheon and bowing to the throne of Arlon. Without the power of the spirits, your people have slim hope of defeating their enemies.

But there is another way. You know of your sister's witchery, of her consorting with the powers in the darkness below. Perhaps...

>I will not be party to witchery
>What powers are these?
>I obey our father
>[something else]

>>28636712
>>What powers are these?
No harm in looking.

>>28636712
>What powers are these?
HAHA TIME FOR HERESY MOST FOUL!

>>28636712
>I will not be party to witchery
"I tolerate you, because you are my sister. Don't tempt me to do otherwise."

>>28636841
Oh come on, what is the worst that could happen?

>>28636712
>I will not be party to witchery
HERESY

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Beardbog is intrigued by the promise of power, and Maeva whispers to him of how the darkness below can let them steal Grandmother Winter's power for their own. With that, Beardbog could topple their father, reunite the Range barbarians, escape the North before the hammer of the Imperial legions falls upon them...

>Such devilry I will not abide!
>Yes... I would have this power
>There must be another way
>[Something else]

I'll give this one a minute, kind of a biggie.

>>28636922
Another way. I only tolerate such speech from you because of our shared blood

>>28636922
Whoa whoa whoa.
STEAL A GODS POWER?!
When have such things EVER ended well?!

>>28636922
>Yes... I would have this power

We become Father Winter aka Santa Claus.

>>28636922
>There must be another way
Last I checked we were a barbarian not some witch servant.

>>28636960
I really with I could smack you through a computer.

>>28636922
Must be another way, stealing a gods power NEVER ends well.

>>28636974
SoTP (Smack over TCP/IP Prococol) has not been invented yet.

OP, I'm loving how you're doing this.

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You abjure your sister's dark methods, insisting there must be some other way to save the Range. She insists that there is not, and bull-headedly intends to go ahead with her plan without you.

>You will do no such thing
>Go, then. I care not.
>I cannot let you go alone
>[something else]

>>28637098
>I cannot let you go alone.
Blood is thick, man. We can't let our sister get herself killed even if we hate her methods.

>>28637126
I'll back this.

>>28637126
Seconding

>>28637098
...Idiot. This is going to backfire spectacularly.
>I cannot let you go alone

>>28637098
>>I cannot let you go alone
I have a bad gut feeling, but its for the best.

>>28637098
>You will do no such thing
"You will just die uselessly."

>>28637178
Oh, what's your idea? Take on the entire imperial army by ourselves?
we'd have to level-grind like a motherfucker first.

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In the face of his sister's obstinence, Beardbog agrees to follow her east to the temple, if only to prevent her from causing too much trouble. At once, the two of them sneak out of the longhouse using the loose log near the back wall and are down into the snow before their father is any the wiser.

(another update to come)

>>28637243
>that winking

Incest incoming.

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The two of you travel east across the snowy plains toward the Eastshield mountains. There, nestled among the peaks, is the temple of the Ice spirits - the home of Grandmother Winter.

The temple is normally sealed, not meant for mortals, but Maeva conjures up the shadows from below which tear open the seals - a display of dark magic you had never seen before, and never imagined possible.

>This power is evil!
>Such power could be useful...
>What will we face inside?
>[Something else]

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For another bread because derail and awesome game.

>>28637357
>what can we expect inside
We already got dragged into this, best proceed with as much caution as we can.

>>28637357
>>What will we face inside?

>>28637357
>This power is evil!
No seriously, what the hell did you just DO?

>>28637424
Yup, this one

>>28637357
Those eyes
>Dat ass

>>28637399
this

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Maeva warns of the spirits inside, and how they will not take kindly to trespassers. Grandmother Winter herself is not one spirit, but her crystal heart is hidden somewhere within. She would corrupt that heart, if she can.

You step inside the frozen temple, carved of ice. In the foyer stands a naked woman chiseled from the same ice that surrounds you, and were the cold not so overwhelming her perfect body would enflame your passions. She, however, is less pleased to see you and warns of your fate should you come any closer.

>>28637466
Fuck you! Now I can't unsee it!

>>28637636
>Let my axe be your warning!
>We must speak with Grandmother Winter
>What now, sister?
>[something else]

>>28637652
We must speak to Grandmother Winter.

Ain't time for Deicide just yet

>>28637652
>>Let my axe be your warning!
She probably won't talk to us and I doubt our sister will have another solution.

>>28637636
>>28637652
Ask our sister if she has any other brilliant ideas.
Also, I REALLY don't like the sound of us "corrupting" Grandmother Winter's heart.

>>28637641
You're welcome.
c:

>>28637652
Go get Grandma Winter, I don't like where this is going.

>>28637652
>>We must speak with Grandmother Winter

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You attempt to petition the spirit for Grandmother Winter's attention, but she rebuffs you. Supposedly, the great Ice spirit has already decided your fate and cares not to hear what you have to say about it.

Your sister urges that now is the moment to strike, and your icy reception appears to be losing interest.

>>28637827
>Then you will taste steel!
>Arlon is not winter, he is slavery
>We should leave this place.
>[Something else]

>>28637827
>Then you will taste steel!
>Arlon is not winter, he is slavery

Both.

>>28637827
>>Arlon is not winter, he is slavery
Really, REALLY don't want to fight A FRIGGEN GOD that isn't Arlon, the BBEG

>>28637842
something else

jump her for a preemptive strike

also i hope the sister brought fire spells
screw this phone

>>28637902
lets start with this, no harm in being reasonable a bit longer

>>28637842
Its time to fuck up the elderly. Bring the axe to bear

>>28637827
"Then we will become strong."

Charge.

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You retort that the Grandmother is in no place to talk of strength when she bows to Arlon now, causing the spirit to decide it is time to test your strength!

Remember to roll a d10 and be descriptive!
>Attack
>Guard
>Give Order
>Retreat
>[Something Else]

Rolled 8

>>28638037
Attack like proud barbarian
namely wildly and with all your might

Rolled 4

>>28638037
as a spirit, she's probably got mayjik out the ass. We should ask our sister if she can do something about that.
>>28638063
While doing this. we get 2 turns for having 2 party members, right?

Rolled 6

>>28638037
>Attack
Fuck it, if we're gonna go with this might as well go all the way. Slice her in half!

Rolled 5

>>28638037
Slash at the ice spirit's leg while our sister cast a fire spell on her to distract her

>>28638037
SMITE CLEAVE WITH MAXIMUM RAGE!

also throw like fire or some shit

Rolled 3

>>28638037
Attack wildly, while still be careful against her ice attacks. Give a mighty slash down her mid-section.

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You rush the spirit, swinging your axe into her side - it embeds itself deep, sending cracks skittering across her polished surface.

She pulls clear, however, and instead lashes out with a wicked limb at Maeva, who was attempting some kind of spell. The bladed arm cuts across her stomach and breaks her concentration as she curses the pain.

Remember to roll a d10 and be descriptive!
>Attack
>Guard
>Give Order
>Retreat
>[Something Else]

Rolled 4

>>28638145
>GET BEHIND ME SISTER
Also attack again.

>>28638084
Companions will do their own thing, unless you take the time to Order them instead.

Rolled 4

>>28638145
Embed our axe in her backside.

Rolled 9

>>28638145
"Maeva! Curse you and your kind, spirit!"
Grapple the frigid bitch!

Rolled 9

>>28638145
Remove the frosty cunts arms!

Rolled 7

>>28638145
>Guard Maeva
"Magic must defeat magic! Get behind me, sister, and fry that frigid bitch!"

Rolled 6

>>28638220
i second this
one more thing

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Maeva rolls behind you for safety, casting a spell to heal the wound on her side. Unfortunately, the spirit follows close behind and digs a blade into your shoulder. Your own counter-swing is easily dodged.

>Attack
>Guard
>Give Order
>Retreat
>[Something Else]

Rolled 1

>>28638239

Decapitate Her now!

Rolled 1

>>28638239
Attempt to bisect this icy wench with our mighty axe

>>28638252
Welp

Rolled 2

>>28638239
Defend our dear sister with our life!
keep her as safe as possible and then slap the frosty bitch when ever we get the chance.

Rolled 9

>>28638252
well fuck

Rolled 10

>>28638263
>>28638252
I am just so sorry everybody. I'm bisection anon.

I roll to apologize to fellow players.

Rolled 5

>>28638252
>>28638263
>>28638270
jesus guys

Rolled 3

>>28638239
((What roll do you take OP?))

Pin the spirit on the ground.

>>28637827
>Then you will taste steel!
There really is NO alternative left for us is there? Even our gods have abandoned us.

>>28638279
And i'm the fucking Decapitation anon.

Nice roll on apologizing though.

>>28638292
From how things went, I'd say the first.

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>>28638270
>>28638263
>>28638252
well fuck

>>28638304
Then fight the gods. If they betray us and attempt to kill us or put us to slavery then we will retaliate.

Matter not if they mortals or demons or gods, all fall to steel.

>>28638309
I think we're both forgiven now.

right? nat 10 and all that right guys?

>>28638354
it depends on how dead we are.

but i will always love you.

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Your strike misses its mark, but lucky for you your sister manages her spell this time and blasts the spirit with fire - it sends her shrieking and falling backward to the ground, soundly beaten.

Acknowledging defeat, the spirit begs for clemency, but Beardbog's blood is up from the battle. How shall he proceed?

>I'm not finished with you yet.
>No survivors!
>Very well, let's go.
>[Something else]

>>28638422

Very well, let's go.

>no sense antagonizing these spirits unnecessarily.

Rolled 10

>>28638422
>I'm not finished with you yet
no breaks on the rape train

>>28638422
Pretty much what >>28638450 said

Rolled 2

>>28638422
>>I'm not finished with you yet.

Rolled 7

>>28638422
Ask for her assistance!
we could always use sexy cold casters

>>28638486
I'm in support for this one, our opponent is overwhelming and every bit of help would be great.

>>28638422
Plug for information.


>>28638366
I think my nat 10 got us clemency! Happy day!
I...I love you too anon

>>28638422
>>You serve me or you will die.

More bitches for Beardpimp

Rolled 8

>>28638450
>>28638464
>not wanting to fuck a sexy ice spirit
what are you guys, gay?

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Rolled 10

>>28638515

>>28638537
>not wanting our dick to freeze solid or get spirit crabs or who the fuck knows what else
No, I'm smart.

>>28638537
>Getting frostbite on your dick
Plenty wenches back home, but our axe hungers for blood.

>>28638553
>>28638560
yeah w/e fags

>>28638422
>>No survivors!
"The weak shall perish."

So, our long-term goal here is to force Grandmother Winter to give use power, right? Either she acknowledges our strength and grants us aid as an ally, or we will force her to submit and grant us aid as a thrall.

>>28638679
well the first response was
>>28638460
And its also the only 10 so im pretty sure that no, we kill the old bitch

>>28638703

Hey, we're barbarians. Defeating and raping her daughter doesn't necessarily mean we can't be allies. We may have to marry the sexy ice spirit to make amends, but hey, bonus, our bloodline gets to boast for a thousand years that we're descended from heroes and gods.

We dont have to be stupid about it, just put her on our shoulder and bring her with us

We beat her so she belongs to us

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Eager to let off some steam after a long day of slaying, Beardbog decides to take the ice spirit beauty. Maeva, familiar with her brother's proclivities, goes onward to leave him to his fun.

The spirit is feebly cooperative, and offers up some useful information in return for her life - namely, that her other sisters and their mother are within, and that they'll most certainly take revenge up on the whole of the Ingemar for this slight.

Once Beardbog finishes 'interrogating' his captive, she melds into the ice - disappearing. As soon as he has finished the extreme cold of the temple reasserts itself and Beardbog wisely dresses himself again.

One more tale for the longhouse, you suppose.

(Another update coming)

>>28638842
Holy shit, you made a sprite for them fucking?
That's... That is... Wow.

>>28638842
>Dat Sprite
Color me fucking impressed.

>>28638842
What

I didn't expect you to go along with that.

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You emerge into the temple's central chamber, where Maeva is examining an arcane sigil and three mysterious ice pillars. Each ice pillar is surrounded by something unnatural to this icy lair - fire, water and earth. There are also three passages, leading away from each pillar.

Your sister explains that these pillars are locks, with Grandmother Winter's heart beneath the sigil itself. You will need to travel down each corridor to break each lock.

>Go west
>Go east
>Go north
>[Something else]

>>28638857
>>28638871
>>28638888
I know my audience

>>28638907
Straight

>>28638907
>>Go east

Everything start east.

>>28638920
you sir are awesome

>>28638888
Yeah, I think even the guy posting it doesn't mean rape train literally. Major kudos to you for obliging and even making the extra effort for the sprites though, but really if it's too much work you can just pick whatever option makes more sense and is more popular.

>>28638932
East bound and down!

>>28638907
Always go clockwise, start from the left.

Rolled 5

>>28638932
>>28638945
East!

>>28638958
how2roll

Rolled 3

>>28639026
"dice+1d10" in the email field

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You travel east, which leads into a small grotto with a waterfall. It feeds a slick of water that doesn't appear to be affected by the cold.

On the other side of the narrow stream is another ice spirit like the first, this one standing aside a large drinking jug. She bids you welcome, and offers you the sweet waters of the pool to restore your vitality and give you warmth in this cold place.

>I slay spirits like you!
>Tell me about the sweet water
>Tell me how to open the lock

>>28639047
Tell me about the sweet water. But only to lull her into a false sense of security

>>28639047
>>Tell me about the sweet water

Also get closer

>>28639047
Something's not right here. Pry her for information.

>>28639047
>Tell me about the sweet water
The one in the front warns us that her family is out to kill us, and suddenly there's a sweet water that can conveniently restore our strength?

>>28639047
Sweet water

Rolled 5

>>28639047
>>28639066
This, dont drink the water unless your going to die and its all that can save you, it could be poison or "bodily fluids"

>>28639099
>>28639094
>>28639085
>>28639066
>>28639107

We've reached a consensus pretty fucking fast here everyone. I'm impressed to say the least

Rolled 6

>>28639047
Don't drink the water. It's very likely a magical sort of trap.
Have your sister test the water for poisons, magicks, etc. with her own magic.

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>>28639107
>"bodily fluids"
>mfw

>>28639115
We did just kinda rape her sister of ufcking course we dont trust these faggots. Also they have left us to die at the hands of the fucking Imperials. So we clearly need to kill them.

Rolled 10

>>28639047
Make the sister rape this one.
After you subdue it, of course.

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You inquire about the sweetwater. It supposedly comes from Grandmother Winter's bounty, and sustains those who drink it. It protects from the cold, or so it is said.

Maeva seems less convinced. She senses no magic, but she does detect an acrid odor.

>Let me drink of the sweetwater
>Time to die!
>Tell us how to open the lock
>[Something else]

Rolled 9

>>28639194
This >>28639191
It's a 10.

>>28639194
Make the ice lady drink the water first.

>>28639194
Let the ice woman drink it first.

>>28639194
>Tell us how to open the lock
This is a lot better option than "rape her", you fucking morons.

>>28639194
>>Tell us how to open the lock

>>28639221
we can't help that all the rape rolls get nat tens bro

How the hell do you update RPGMaker so fast?

>>28639212
>>28639219
You idiots, she'll probably be immune.
Have a sip, spit it the fuck out if it tastes anything other than sweet, and ask her why it's called sweetwater if it isn't sweet, or possibly even water.

>>28639194
>Tell us how to open the lock
Let's go straight to what we came for in the first place, I think we're fine even without the water. I'd say to have her drink first, but human and spirit physiology is too different anyway.

>>28639256
If she immune, attack her while she drinking if she doesn't die.

>>28639256
>Implyin it wont kill us upon touching us.
Pump this bitch for imformation.

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You ask the spirit if the water is so sweet, why she doesn't drink some of it first.

She explains it is meant for mortals, as she has no need of protection from the cold.

Fair enough, you suppose.

The same choices as last time are available.

Rolled 7

>>28639309
>Didn't drink the water

Shit's poison. Attempt bisection via axe.

>>28639309
How to open lock does?

>>28639309
>Slowly inching closer.
PERFECT, pump her for information. If she doesnt talk kill her.

>>28639246
I premade all the sets for this chapter, prewrote most of the non-choice dialogue, got all the sprites and portraits matched up and so on. There's actually a fair amount of material we're probably not going to see due to previous choices (locations, companions, battles). Even with all that prep, just getting things in order before each update takes a good ten minutes.

>>28639309
Look as if we going to drink the water but then splash the jar on her and ATTACK.

>>28639309
knock her into the water

Rolled 4

>>28639309
>Attack
"Her followers aren't even supposed to be here!"

>>28639309
>How do we open the lock?

>>28639329
As an addedum to my post, say

"I follow no craven God!"

Rolled 82

>>28639309
Threaten to break the pot next to her if she doesn't tell you how to open the lock.

I highly doubt the pot is just normal scenery.

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Rolled 3

>>28639407
Whoops. Added one too many zeroes.
Rerolling?

Rolled 1, 7, 1, 2, 4, 2, 4, 7, 9, 2 = 39

>>28639407
This.
Also, ten rolls, bitch. Gotta end up with a 10.
THIS WILL BE THE ANSWER.

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You attempt to threaten some information out of the spirit about the lock, but as soon as you do she aggresses you and warns that the sweetwater would've been a kinder fate than the ice spirits have in store for you now. You laugh that perhaps your sister will handle this one after the battle, not that Maeva seems enthused by the idea.

And now, Beardbog and Maeva are under attack!

>Attack
>Guard
>Give Order
>Retreat
>[Something Else]

Rolled 2

>>28639347
>>28639329
>>28639309
"You take me for a fool! the Winter whores followers are not allowed here! Drink the foul liquid or fall as she did and i will take you as i took her!"

Rolled 3

>>28639480
Attempt Bisection

>>28639339
How do you expect to keep this up, though? Don't get me wrong, I'm really loving all the stuff you're doing here, but many QMs have to scrap and scramble many of their notes to deal with the fickle choices we make, so I can't imagine how troublesome it would be when screenshots are involved too.

I mean, first time may be fine, but if this goes longer I'm just afraid it would be unsustainable for you.

Rolled 9

>>28639480
>Give Order
Maeva. Fire. Now.

>>Attack
Charge the spirit and aim for her throat.

Rolled 8

>>28639480
>Guard sister
She'll be charging up a fire spell or something

>>28639480
Guard, while Maeva makes a spell

Rolled 6

>>28639507
Attempt nothing tear this bitch from crown to cunt!

Rolled 8

>>28639447
nice ten

>>28639480
tank for Maeva

Rolled 6

>>28639514
If he keeps write-ins relegated to dialogue choices he'll probably be fine. Also, I think everyone here can appreciate the effort that goes into something like this, and will try not to derail things too badly.

Rolled 4

>>28639480
Same tactic we did last time - guard Maeva as we order her to prepare her fire spell, attempt bisection the moment the spirit come near.

Rolled 7

>>28639480
Guard sister while she charges a mid-tier fire spell. Attempt to remove an arm or leg from the spirit via fire spell, followed by an axe to the weakened limb. Nothing to kill the spirit, but enough to make it cease wanting to fight.

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You attempt to hack the spirit in half over the stubby bridge, but she expertly dances out of the way. Maeva, to your surprise, goes barreling over the birdge - catching a slash from the spirit down her back for her trouble - and grabs the vessel.

>Attack
>Guard
>Give Order
>Retreat
>[Something Else]

Rolled 8

>>28639595
Trip her ass and stab her while she is down.

Rolled 5

>>28639595
Guard Maeva, seems like she knows what she's doing

Rolled 2

>>28639595
Smash that icy whore with our axe!

Maeva, run.

Rolled 3

>>28639595
Guard ourselves, ask Maeva what the hell she's trying to do

Rolled 1

>>28639595
Grapple the bitch and try to throw her into the water.

>>28639514
The first chapter here is a self-contained story, mostly, so although there are plenty of branches it's nothing too crazy.

It'll probably mean long breaks between chapters, is all. I can spend two weeks working on this stuff in my spare time and cover all the branches that I might need for a single chapter, run it over the course of a day off, and then work on the next one. You're right that I can't really accomodate "quit your quest and join the circus", but I've got more wiggle room than you might think. There were alternatives here for refusing to retreat at the start, for fighting your father, for turning your sister in or refusing to go with her, and they're not dead-ends either.